Lay Me Down Songtext
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Lay Me Down Songtext
I will write you letters that
Explain the way I′m thinking now
I, I will return to you
What I have taken long before
I, I will return again
When it gets dark and day is done
And lay me down
In the hollowed ground
Down by your side I will stay
So lay me down
And if you wanna stay with me
Then let me know before it's light
I, I will recoil myself
Into the black and darkest night
If you lay me down
In the hollowed ground
Where my father waits I will stay
So lay me down
And lay me down
In the hollowed ground
Down by your side I will stay
So lay me down
On the most westerly Blasket
In a dry-stone hut
He got this air out of the night
Strange noises were heard by others who followed
Bits of a tune coming in on loud weather
He blamed their ears
As unpractised, their fiddling easy
For he had gone alone into the island and brought back the whole thing
The house throbbed like his full violin
So whether he calls it spirit music or not, I do not care
He got it out of wind off mid-Atlantic
He still maintains from nowhere
It comes off the bow gravely
Rephrases itself into the air
Explain the way I′m thinking now
I, I will return to you
What I have taken long before
I, I will return again
When it gets dark and day is done
And lay me down
In the hollowed ground
Down by your side I will stay
So lay me down
And if you wanna stay with me
Then let me know before it's light
I, I will recoil myself
Into the black and darkest night
If you lay me down
In the hollowed ground
Where my father waits I will stay
So lay me down
And lay me down
In the hollowed ground
Down by your side I will stay
So lay me down
On the most westerly Blasket
In a dry-stone hut
He got this air out of the night
Strange noises were heard by others who followed
Bits of a tune coming in on loud weather
He blamed their ears
As unpractised, their fiddling easy
For he had gone alone into the island and brought back the whole thing
The house throbbed like his full violin
So whether he calls it spirit music or not, I do not care
He got it out of wind off mid-Atlantic
He still maintains from nowhere
It comes off the bow gravely
Rephrases itself into the air
Writer(s): Glen Hansard, Colm Macconiomaire, David Odlum, David John Hingerty, Joseph Doyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

